opened the door and turned his body, blocking her way into his SUV with those long arms and broad shoulders.
Not fond of intimidation, she tipped her head up and slowly cocked a brow, then realizedâ¦he wasnât trying to intimidate her at all. Not with his eyes filled with apology and self-deprecation.
âI didnât meanââ
âForget it.â She wasnât willing to fall for a simple sweet look, not when, for all she knew, the man might be full of them.
âNo, really.â He rubbed the bridge of his noseand met her sardonic gaze. âLook, obviously, Iâve made a hell of a first impression.â
She felt a smile curve her mouth. âDo you care?â
âActually, I didnât plan to. Butâ¦â
âButâ¦?â
His gaze danced over her features. âI find that I do care.â His smile was slow and genuine, and made her tummy flutter. âI want to enjoy this evening with you.â
âWhy? Because Iâm passably pretty?â
âMore than passably,â he said lightly. âBut no, I donât suddenly want to enjoy this just because you turned out to be an extremely pleasant surprise, but because we might as well have fun.â
âYou mean for two people who didnât want to do this in the first place?â
His smile went to a grin that jump-started her pulse, startling her. âYeah, something like that.â
âStop that,â she said, pointing at his mouth.
âStopâ¦what?â
âSmiling.â
âWhy? Do I have something in my teeth?â
He knew he didnât. A guy like this knew exactly how good he looked. âOkay, listen. Iâm going to be honest with you right from the get-go.â
âPlease.â
âI have a long, horrible, nasty history with blind dates, and Iâd talked myself into lumpingyou in with the worst of them, but I canât do that when you smile.â
The grin only spread. âReally? Well, same goes. I have an idea. Why donât we start over.â He stuck out his hand. âHi, Iâm Jack Knight.â
âIâm not going to commit to starting over, not yet. You might still turn out to be a blind-date disaster.â
âYeah.â He rubbed his jaw. âYou might be right.â
She climbed into his Escalade. âI usually am.â
His soft laugh scraped low in her belly. âSomething tells me this is going to be a much more interesting night than I could have imagined.â
âIs that good or bad?â
He came around and slid his long body in behind the wheel. He looked at her as he started the engine. âNot sure yet.â
âSo weâll leave that up in the air as well.â With that, Sam put on her seat belt and braced herself for the evening ahead.
But she had a little smile of anticipation on her face.
2
O NCE UPON A TIME , scandal had been Jackâs middle name. Jack Scandal Knight.
Not that heâd asked for such a rep. Nope, heâd been tried and convicted in the court of the tabloids, without a jury of his peers. But that was in the past.
Tonight, heâd pulled out his tux with a simple goal in mindâget the evening over with as fast and painlessly as possible. No scandal. No surprises. No nothing. Just show up, raise more money for his sisterâs beloved charity that helped underprivileged kids, then go on his merry way.
Should be easy, given that over the past year heâd become the master of fast and painless, at least as far as public appearances went. The trick was to be visible, but not approachable. Pleasant and professional, but not particularly nice. This talent had been hard-earned, costing him unknown amounts of heartache and grief, but it was a rule he assumed every celebrity eventually learned, one way or another.
All he had to do was arrive at the country club with a date in tow, and his sister would stop pestering him, at least for the evening. Maybe